My name is Croney and I am suffering from a new disease – it’s so new I get to name it. I’m calling it Shaken Crone Syndrome.
I woke up this morning early and feeling so danged perky. That should have been a warning signal. My day was planned around the imminent arrival of Gretchen the Immaculate. Devoted Spouse disappeared to his volunteer work and I scurried about getting ready so I would not be underfoot when the consummate house cleaner arrived.
Treating myself to breakfast, I sat at a table at that 5-star restaurant Le Bob Evans and played with my new smart phone. Did I mention I finally got a smart phone (if you Tweet w/me just ignore the next part). Well I did – I got a gorgeous Motorola Cliq with droid so I can do all those Google things I love (no Eric not just because you showed me the star maps). I spent weeks researching which phone to get – iPhone, Google, and I talked to various service providers. I liked the guy at T-Mobile and I liked the google phone from Motorola – so that’s what I got.
Anyway…I ran into a major glitch with my phone while at Chez Evans and my day started to go south. I worked on it so much I ran the battery down – how do you run down a battery in less than a day? Gah…
After breakfast I did a little shopping and sat in a local coffee shop and drank even more coffee while still fiddling with my new phone. Smart phone; dumb human. Finally it was time to go home.
Having been gone several hours which should have been more than enough time for Gretchen the Immaculate to depart the premises, I arrived home to find that Gretchen the Immaculate had not been there. Oh yeah…wrong day.
Wrong day??!! I have at least 3 calendars – how could I get the day wrong? Not only is my smart phone outsmarting me, I’m not even on the correct day.
That brings me back to my new illness and I’m blaming my entire day on this Shaken Crone Syndrome. What causes this new illness? I believe someone crept into my room late last night and shook the stuffin’ outta me and severely scrambled what few brains I have left. Yup, Shaken Crone Syndrome.
There is no medical relief in sight for Shaken Crone Syndrome; however, I am trying red wine as an experimental treatment and so far the study is going…hic…well. If you feel you suffer from this ailment and wish to join my…hic…study group…I’m sorry, what day is this again….pour, sip, sigh, repeat.